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A/N: First, sorry that it's short. I wrote part of it in class and I guess it wasn't enough. So I added some to make it flow into the next chapter. I've decided this will be four chapters. I want to thank you guys for your reviews.
5x5Shadow5: My ship is Chamberlake, mostly because of the books, but certain people are determined to make me ship Fayana, it seems...
This story is kinda hard to write without dialogue, especially since it's pure emotion and actions. Doesn't get much darker than that.
Enjoy.
You found it hard to sleep at first, wondering why you weren't good enough for her, but when you did sleep, you couldn't wake up from your nightmares, the reality of the fact that Faye was probably fucking Cassie while you slept, while you thought of her. Because Cassie was so much better than you in every way and Faye knew it bothered you.
You always hear screams of Faye's name you hear, but it's not always your voice. Even though it's one of the only images you have etched between your eyes, you're sure it isn't Cassie's voice either and you wondered whose it could be. You wondered if Melissa had fallen victim to Faye's games, if she had been dragged into the abyss, if she was fighting her way out of the lions' den, constantly stabbed with sharpened and blood-soaked spearheads.
In the end, the only one to blame for your heartbreak is yourself.
It didn't surprise you when she was in your room while you were sleeping, when you woke up to find her sitting in a chair and watching you. It didn't surprise you when she said she had been at Cassie's. What did surprise you was when she kissed you and took you all over again. Every time you tried to touch her, she smacked your hands away. You had thought she was done with you, that she was trying to make you suffer.
You were lying to yourself when you said she was back for you.
You came, screaming her name one final time before she let you breathe, your chest heaving. She shocks you with a gentle kiss and you close your eyes, not wanting to see her leave because you know when she disappears through that window, you'll never have her again.
When Jake came back, Faye returned to him, and you knew it was over for you. And when you realized Cassie's eyes were full of that same blackness, you knew Faye had let her fall. You held her while she cried, wondering how Faye could be so twisted. But you couldn't tell her that it was because of you. You couldn't explain that Faye never meant it and you knew that Cassie was just a victim long before she knew it.
But Jake didn't want Faye anymore.
He tried to lure Cassie into his arms, but she never fell for him. She was still wrapped around Faye's finger, and she was aware that if she went to Jake, it would anger her. She would do the same to Cassie what she had done to Adam, and no matter how hard she fought, she would never win. Instead, Cassie forced herself to feel something for Adam, even taking herself as far as sleeping with him.
It bothered you that she lied to him, but you had no business in Adam's life anymore. He wasn't yours. You lost him the moment Faye kissed you the first time, when you allowed her to bed you. But he was your friend and Cassie was your friend and they didn't belong together, especially not on such pretenses. Adam was only going to get hurt, but you weren't going to say a word.
You know this is some sick, twisted, deranged circle, and Melissa's probably the only one who hasn't been spun and weaved into the web of lies and manipulation. Of course, you weren't sure anymore when you found Melissa crying in the girls' bathroom at school. But you were relieved to find out that it had nothing to do with Faye, that she had just been upset about Nick. When you asked why she had replaced you with Faye, your fears were confirmed.
Faye had stolen her, body and soul, from you.
You would have been better off shutting away the emotions that you had for her, but nothing was ever that easy. You still saw her every day, hanging onto Jake even after he didn't want her, but it was though she couldn't live without him. She was breaking you down brick by brick, until soon you would be nothing more than a slab for her own personal entertainment. You hated it, twelve years in the brutal, merciless hands of Faye Chamberlain.
But you couldn't stop it.
You couldn't tell her you wanted it to stop. There was no way to, and even if there was, you would still suffer that agonizing torture. And what more could you do? She had pierced you with her claws, drawn blood, and as long as you were caught…You would never be free. But you weren't alone. She had another victim tied at her feet, free to pull around at her own will.
You just didn't know who was stronger.
When your bedroom door opened and Cassie climbed in, you were surprised. For so long, Faye had been the only one to use your window and you found yourself sobbing into your pillow as Cassie held you. She felt alone and she needed to know that she wasn't, that you were just as hurt as she was. You knew she didn't take pleasure from it…she isn't Faye.
You wondered if Jake knew, if he was aware that Faye had taken you both. If he did, he didn't care, but you were sure he didn't. And you didn't dare tell him, in fear that it would make Faye unhappy. You wouldn't survive if Faye was angry with you.
It frightened you when she finally stopped following Jake. You didn't know why, but when Faye came to you in the middle of the night, you knew you couldn't ask. And you didn't. She didn't touch you either; she didn't kiss you. You were afraid for her, concerned that she was just as hurt as you were, but it didn't satisfy you. Instead, you felt guilt and uneasiness as she cried in your arms, and you wanted to know why. How could you actually care for her after she ripped your heart out over and over? Why would you care?
You didn't know anything else when it came to her.
Faye sculpted you into something that affected you entirely. She made you love her and she used it against you. She crushed you, burned you, fucked you, and you never tried to change. Even though you found it impossible to, you tried to get away, to stop loving her, but you never changed. And neither did she. You both let your differences define you and no one questioned you. No one asked why.
